A glimmering frost sprinkles the hilltops as the hush of winter falls earlier in the Dales. Our hibernating species nestle in for the long haul, the earth crisps, pools of water freeze over, and the sky spends days overcast in grey dreariness before turning crystal clear with pale, watery sunshine. Hawthorn and ash twist and raise their sculptural limbs to the sky, and the cosiness of a hot drink and fire beckons.
But not everything is asleep. Our winter skies are a rush of energy, filled with roaming flocks of smaller birds darting across the horizon. Birds of prey wheel overhead, majestic against bright skies, deer browse through our woodlands, whilst stoats and hares dart between dry stone walls and thickets.
For those willing to tarry a while, with our back against a drystone wall, within a stripped-bare woodland or gazing out over the Dales, there is plenty to see – and plenty to connect us with our expansive natural world.